Original lyrics! No stealing!
Caught in a time where
Blues and greens are captured in glass boxes
And thrown over people's heads to
Release them once again
Where birds are still-framed
To the point that their feathers bleed
And the pictures burnt to
Announce their fateful deaths
Bluebird, oh bluebird
Sing to me now
As the life trickles from your fragile frame
Bluebird, oh bluebird
Live for me now
As your image pounds forever in my brain
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Brittany's Journal of Meaningless Ramblings
This will mostly be random outbursts, my day-to-day ramblings/rants and the rare events that happen in my boring life.
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